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Model Description: Model Sixes are the behemoths of the Antithesis forces. Their size and mass is similar to the average civilian minivan. They are distinguishable by their six trunk-like legs and a lack of any fur. The robustness of their build is complemented by an array of redundant organs, making them exceptionally difficult to incapacitate. Not typically command units, Model Sixes are nonetheless often found at the heart of Antithesis formatio ...

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